Tonight the moon came up, it was nearly full ( Read more... )

"So I saw her to the bus stop, kissed her on the cheek as she was about to board it, and walked home. She never minded a farewell token of affection, because being a farewell it could lead no further. I resolved as I walked home to talk to her quite openly about love, sex, marriage and realised that my resolve too was simply because I was walking ( Read more... )

Dana: I'd love to see you do what I do. You'd step up to the plate, and everybody'd go for a beer... Leech! Leech! You suck! Get off the field... You're a fucking joke! But me? I get up there and... hush! You can hear a pin drop. Because everybody knows. I know and the world knows... here comes the man. Here comes the man with the sweetest swing in ( Read more... )

I see some light in the distant sky ( Read more... )

"Your absence has gone through like
A thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its colour."

(from Poems on the Underground)

I have this annoying habit born, I'm sure, of an ailing, alcohol-degraded memory edged with paranoia. Every idea I have, every thought I deem worthy of merit for future use in spoken or written word, I scrawl down at the soonest available opportunity on whatever scrap of paper comes readily to hand ( Read more... )

I took off early from work this evening to visit the Tate Modern's Weather Project with a friend at the start of its final weekend on display. Taking in the Turbine Hall in its entirety, it was as though the sun had been plucked from the now darkening sky, transported indoors and mounted at one end of the hall, a silent prisoner ( Read more... )

Today sees the release of the latest issue of Revelation, the zine of Apocalyptic Art & Literature produced by dixon. Subtitled "The End Of America", Revelation 1:3 contains a wide variety of material that envisions the End of the World as it might be centred upon the world's last remaining superpower ( Read more... )

It seems that some astronomical discoveries still lie on our very doorstep. Cosmically speaking, that is. The announcement of the discovery of what may be a tenth planet orbiting our sun looks set to redefine the solar system. Yet it's interesting to note that scientific debate now rages as to whether or not this new discovery merits the title of " ( Read more... )

Tonight was spent once again in the company of singer-songwriter Martyn Joseph at the Half Moon in Putney, where I'd spent a similarly great evening almost a year ago. Once again he was captivating, a master of the power of voice and guitar, as he took the audience through his extensive back catalogue, focussing too on his recent release Amy Wadge ( Read more... )